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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.
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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (26a/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-03-25 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)“That’s because your fingernails so short. Here, let me try.” Siri holds out her palm, and Lucinda shuffles closer, settles her hand into Siri’s.
Watch and Birdy look at each other, grin wide and then look to Dredge, just as soon as Lucinda can’t see them.
“Here, I’ll get it,” Siri murmurs, presses her fingernail into Lucinda’s palm, scrapes until the splinter catches and slides free. “There we go.” She flicks it away.
“Thanks,” Lucinda murmurs, grins up at Siri.
“Any time,” Siri agrees, grins down at Lucinda.
“Hey, Twist?” Photo asks, rolls over onto her stomach, props her chin up with her hands, elbows digging into the ground, kicks her feet up behind her.
“Hm?” Twist asks, flips out her switchblade, begins to pick at her fingernails.
“What was your town like? Were there a lot of people there? Did you have any family? Did you have a husband? Ooh! Or maybe you had a wife, like Runner did? Was your wife pretty?”
“Didn’t have anyone,” Twist replies. Flicks dirt off the end of her switchblade.
“What about family? Did you have any brothers or sisters? I had three little brothers, one of ‘em still wears diapers, and he always stinks like…” she trails off. Sizes Twist up, and Twist watches her from one eye. “He smells like shit,” Photo finally says, presses one hand over her mouth like she’s going to get in trouble. Twist snorts, smiles.
“How old?” she asks.
“He’ll be two next month!” Photo replies, beams. “He’s really cute, he just smells bad, all the time, even after Mama changes him.”
“Babies do that,” Twist agrees. “You have sisters?”
“I have one sister, but she’s four years old and no fun to play with because she’s not big enough to do most stuff yet. Mostly she just follows Mama or Papa around the house. She likes to play with Papa’s tools, especially all his pocket knives. You know how little babies are, they always wanna touch the stuff that’ll hurt them the most.”
“Always do,” Twist agrees. She flicks her eyes between Photo and Lucinda. Photo doesn’t notice.
Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (26b/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-03-25 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)“So do you have any? Brothers or sisters, I mean.”
“One sister. Older than me. Had, not have.”
“Oh no!” Photo moans. “What happened to her? Did she just leave your family or did she…? Oh! And if she did, was it at least a really heroic sort of, uh, going?”
Twist shakes her head.
“Caught tuberculosis. Long way to die. Wouldn’t wish it on anyone.”
Photo makes a soft noise, frowns.
“I’m sorry.”
“Was a long time ago.” Twist holds her hand out, wiggles her fingers, squints, brings them in again. “I was your age, or younger.”
“How old are you now?” Photo asks, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed as she tries to figure.
“Call it twice you, or more,” Twist replies, sniks her switchblade shut.
“Mmkay, so you’re probably not older than Mama, that’s good to know.” Photo rolls onto her back, pats her stomach with her hands, tips her head back so she can look at Twist upside down. “What were your parents like?”
“They’ve been gone a long time too.” Twist puts her switchblade into her pocket, then pulls it out again a moment later to pass it back and forth in her hands.
“So you lived all alone?” Photo asks, smooths her dress down over her thighs.
“I had a dog,” Twist explains. “Big herding dog.”
“That’s still basically alone.” Photo argues, rolls back onto her stomach so she can sit up. She crosses her legs, spreads her dress over her lap.
“You’ve never had a dog,” Twist replies, smiles down at her hands as she turns them this way and that, checks her picking job.
“Well, no, but I’ve seen the village dogs around. They’re not very friendly. I don’t know why you would want to live with one.”
“Special bred, not a pariah,” Twist corrects. “Special bred are different.”
“Oh.” Photo taps her chin, considers for a moment. “Can you tell me about our dog?”
Twist snorts, but she smiles.
“Sure. Get comfy.”